The Smallest Lights专辑介绍：Today I am older. Today I remember a gift. It is a thing called Being. Today I remember to cherish it. To hope in it. To rejoice in it. To hold it loosely. There is nothing different in me than there was yesterday -- except, in some sense, I am More. Age is a gift. And so, because I wanted to give you something (birthdays seem to be fairly good for that sort of thing), I rummaged in my closet and found -- these. The single most ancient sounds that I have. And I figured... you might as well hear them, if you want to. Because, in its own little way, age is precious. On a Christmas many years ago, eight tracks were spontaneously imagined, recorded, and even more quickly forgotten. The CD they became was a gift to a select, much-beloved few; and in all its unmastered sentiment, a very hidden-away and forgotten little thing it became. It was named The Butterfly Suite for little other reason than that when I recorded the three movements, I was thinking of butterflies. These sounds are very ancient and long-ago. But if you bother to brush off the moth-dust, you may find that it hides something very newly-born beneath. Because its sort of like aging -- we fear that by living in the sifting of the hourglass, marking years and memories, we are doomed to somehow lose the part of ourselves that made life worth rejoicing in. As though with each step closer to death, we ourselves must become ever more dead inside; more old, more forgotten, more lost to the thrumming beat of Ending. In truth, we are only becoming more and more New.